Whisper What You Want To Yell

I know I shouldn't be here, lying
Comfortably in your embrace
But what to do when words are flying
Back and forth to my disgrace

I did enjoy your harmless flirting
Fought right back with sharpened steel
But then your words they started hurting
Cutting deep and made me feel

We do not eat, we dine, we feast
On each other's loneliness
You lived up to all that you teased
There is no me left, only mess

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